02x47 - De Vil-Age Elder

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-[clucks]

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Roger, hurry up, you slowpoke.

This basket is getting
heavier by the minute.

-[chomping]
-Rolly?

Come on, let go, big fella.

No premature picnicking.

We can't eat until we find a spot.

My stomach votes for right here.

Picnics aren't about food.

They're about sunshine and fresh air.

-And fog!
-[all] Fog?

[Anita] Where'd all this come from?

Wait up! I-I can't see you!

[barking]

[gasps]

[Roger] Oh, wow.

Something tells me
we're not in Grutely any more.

[Roger] DeVilville?

Aww, I should have guessed
Cruella was behind this.

But, Roger,
we're a half-mile from home

and there was
nothing here yesterday.

Even her millions couldn't
build all this over night.

Maybe it's a high-concept
housing development.

Yeah, troll estates.

There's only one way to find out.

[barking]

[barking]

Guys, heel! Please!

[barking]

[crowd chatters]

What is this? The renaissance fair?

[sighs] It's all so pastoral.

[Anita] It's kind of a throw-back
to simpler, happier times.

Yeah, it makes me feel
like we've left all our cares behind.

[both] I love this place.

[sighs lovingly]

[contented sighs]

What's gotten into them?

I have a b-b-bad feeling about this.

Oh, papa!

I think I found the meaning of life!

[Scottish accent]
Might I be offering you a wee morsel

this fine mornin', beastie?

[panting]

[chewing]

Would you like to come inside
and sample more of me wares?

[wagging, yips]

What have I always told you?

If you can dream it, you can achieve it.

-[man] Whoa there, now.
-[horse neighs]

-[dogs bark]
-[horses snort]

You drive like a feeble old goat!

Back to the stable with you!

I have business with the local fools.

Nice guy, must be on a lunch break
from the inquisition.

Ooh, that guy gives me the shivers.

I know I've seen him before.

W-w-w-what guy?

-[coachman] Horses, hyah!
-[neighing]

Where's he going?

[Spot] There's something strange
about this place.

I'll say.

No telephones,
no electricity, no smog,

this must be some sort
of cutting-edge,

pro-environmental commune.

I wonder where
they keep the organic garden.

I can't shake the feeling

something creepy's about to happen.

A chicken?

[squawks]

[clucking]

Keep out of my town, you filthy bird.

I hate chickens!

[screaming, clucking]

[continues screaming]

[thuds, grunts]

[sighs]

Now I remember
where I saw that guy.

[Spot] I know he's
in here somewhere.

Amoeba De Vil.

Ugg-Lee De Vil. [gags]

Caligula De Vil.

Sir Owen De Vil-- [gasps]

That's him, all right.

Judge Dimsdale De Vil, born 1631.

That would make him--

Let's see, nine minus three,

carry the two over
the tens column--

A ghost! A zombie!

An evil spirit doomed to walk
among the living!

And worse still,
he's related to Cruella.

I got to get back
and warn everyone.

-[snickers]
-That's my very bestest baby.

Everybody needs exercise.

I get mine, exercising my iron will.

Huh? Yummy!

-[clucks, panting]
-[slurps]

Scorch!

-[pants, screams]
-Slow down!

-[screams]
-[screams]

-[clucking]
-Scorch!

Darling, cease!

Scorch!

[clattering]

-[clucks, screams]
-[screaming]

Scorch, Stop!

I'll buy you a chicken,
a whole herd of chickens,

your own chicken franchise!

-[customers chatter]
-Aye, that's a good one, laddie!

[Roger] Do you think it's time
to find the pups and head for home?

Oh, Roger.

This whole village is so charming.
I don't ever want to leave.

[sighs] I know what you mean.

I could stay here forever.

[both] I love this place.

[content sighs]

[puppy yipping]

[butcher] Oh, oh, so soon,
wee beastie?

We've only sampled
the bratwurst,

knackwurst, and liverwurst.

Won't you be staying
for the best-wurst?

[happy yipping]

Slow down! Stop!

What? [screams]

[grunts]

[groans]

What is this place?

I don't remember
anything being out here?

DeVilville?

How dare someone use my name
without permission.

I'm going to find out
who's in charge here,

and sue!

[female puppy] The way you've been
staring at me all afternoon,

it's like you've never
seen a lass before.

I've never seen
a girl like you, Rebecca.

You're so different.

Are there no carriage hounds
where you come from then?

No, there aren't.

[giggles]
What do dalmatians do then?

Lots of things.

I like to watch TV,

love TV,
can't get enough TV.

What's TV?

Huh, that's funny.

I don't remember.

[chatter]

You, rabble over there,
who's in charge here?

Ah, that would be me,

Judge Dimsdale De Vil!

That's-- that's not possible.

That was the name
of one of my ancestors centuries ago.

So you too are a De Vil?

I should have known
by that handsome head of hair.

Can't you tell, lass?
I'm your flesh and blood

in the flesh.

Are you really my ancestor?

Aye, lass.

Come all the way
through the mists of time

and brought
my whole town with me.

-[gasps]
-But how?

Why?

That is a very long story,

-which started very long ago.
-[thunder rumbles]

[Dimsdale] Over 300 years ago,

I was appointed
the tax collector of this little village.

My favorite part was the audits.

How many times do I have
to tell you people?

Use form 1040E
for itemized deductions!

[cackling]

[squeals]

[screams]

-[gasping]
-[laughing]

I was so ruthless,

soon more titles
were added to my name:

Sheriff, Judge,
and finally Lord Mayor.

-[groaning]
- Like a true De Vil,

I ran the town with an iron fist,

and I squeezed every bit
of money out of the locals.

[laughs] Life was good...

-[thunder rumbles]
- until that fateful day.

Hester Hen,
the town witch, showed up.

I can read your black heart,
Dimsdale De Vil.

You won't rest a day
until you own the whole wide world.

Since no one
in this misbegotten town

has the backbone to stop ye,

it looks like that task falls to me.

[chicken clucks]

-And Katrina.
-[angry clucks]

-[clucking]
-[thunder crashes]

To keep the world safe
from his wickedness--

that is the evil De Vil--

may this whole miserable village
vanish from the face of the Earth,

only to return for one day
every 100 years.

And may the townsfolk be bewitched

and mindlessly happy,

just to make De Vil
all the more miserable

in comparison.

Whew! Whew!
I guess that about covers it.

[clucks]

Thank you, Katrina.

I almost forgot.

And on risk of death
may the evil De Vil

be bound within the town's borders

to spend eternity in this prison
of his own making.

-[gate bangs]
-This curse I place on you

and everything in this Podunk town

-that bears your name...
-[Katrina clucks]

[clucking]

Except for chickens, of course.

Argh, take a hike, you old hag!

[thunder rumbles]

And true to Hester's curse,

at the dawn of the next day,

it was 100 years later.

And anyone who wanders into town
will fall under Hester's curse?

Except De Vils and chickens.

Hmm, and how about them?

[sighs] I love this place.

Aye, they're already bewitched.

If they're still here at dusk,

they'll disappear
with the rest of DeVilville.

Memo to myself: Whoopie!

Tomorrow their farm will be mine.

Say, gramps, could you do me a big favor
and make sure those two

remain in DeVilville?

If you want,
I'll lock them in the jail.

What's family for?

Oh, thank you,

great-great-great-
great-great-great-granddaddy.

You're the greatest.

[gasps] They'll all be
trapped in here for the next 100 years!

I've got to get 'em out of here!

[indistinct chatter]

[Anita] Oh, Judge De Vil,
it's so nice of you

to give us a personal tour.

Anything for friends
of my, uh, uh, niece Cruella.

Why don't you show them
the town jail, Uncle Dimsdale?

I'd be delighted.

It's this way.

[sighs] I love this place.

[Cadpig] I never thought I'd say this,

but I've actually found
an ecologically sound

paradise on Earth.

[groans]

And I never thought
I'd say this, but I'm full.

[both] I love this place.

[happy sighs]

[Spot panting] There you are!

[pants] Dearlys in trouble.

[gasps] Cruella here!

[gasps] Dimsdale's evil!

This town is cursed!

Oh, what are you talking about?

This village is wonderful.

It's the curse of Hester Hen.

You two are bewitched!

[screams, pants]

Bewitched?
And I thought I was full of bologna.

-[laughs]
-[screams]

[alarm rings]

[scratching]

[snaps]

[slurps]

Ah, the water's so very pure.

Oh, I can't break the spell.

Oh no, what am I gonna do?

What am I gonna do? I can't--

Wait a minute.

I suppose I could try
the fairy tale approach.

-[both groaning]
-Chicken lips!

[spitting]

Wait a minute.

This place isn't
ecologically advanced at all.

It's practically Medieval!

Oh! I'm stuffed tighter
than a sausage!

I think I'm gonna be sick!

Ha-Ha! It worked!

It worked!

It's the old story,

kiss a chicken, break the curse.

Come on, guys!

This beak's got some
serious smooching to do!

[barking]

And this concludes the tour
of the village stockade.

[giggles] Isn't this cell cozy?

That was almost too easy.

They're content as cows,

like every other fool in this town.

Well, I can't thank you enough,
great-great-great--

uh, whatever.

Oh, I think you can.

[grunts]

[gasps] What is the meaning of this?

I've been thinking.

When Hester said
the evil De Vil is bound to the village,

she really didn't specify
which evil De Vil.

So I'm letting you take my place
in DeVilville forever!

No! Let me out,
you evil, lying, conniving shyster!

Takes one to know one,

you scheming, larcenous harpy.

Fare thee well!

It's home to collect me gold,
and I'm out of here.

Such emotional honesty.

-I love this place.
-I love this place.

[sighs]

[Cruella] Oh, shut up!

Eh! Yuck!

I don't care who's in trouble.

Did you have to kiss me?

You would never
have believed me if I didn't.

It's all part of a horrible,
terrible curse.

And getting kissed
by a chicken is better?

Come on, we have
to go find Roger and Anita

and get out of town.

But why, Lucky?

You could be happy here,

working for Judge De Vil with me.

He's such a kind man.

Stand back!

This is a job
for my spell-breaking beak.

[sighs]

Are you okay?

I-I feel like I'm coming
out of a dream,

a long, strange dream.

[Cadpig] Excuse me!

We have to hurry.
The sun is going down.

I'm sorry, I have to go.

My pets need me.

I want to help.

I understand now
how wicked my De Vil is.

B-but how will we
get to the jail in time?

I'm a carriage hound.
I know the way.

[barking]

Whoa!

Hey.

[surprised muttering]

[gulps]

-[burps]
-[barking]

-[barking]
-Oh, what now?

Oh, look, Roger,
the pups have learned a new trick.

Aww, and they've brought
a new little friend with them.

[laughs] Such clever puppies.

Anita, quickly, let me out
of this contraption.

The sun is setting!

Calm down, Cruella.

There's no need to rush.

Is there?

It's almost like Spot's
trying to tell me something.

Out of my way, Ragweed.

[kisses]

Blah!

-Eugh!
-[Anita gags]

What was that?

You know, this town
suddenly gives me the creeps.

Let's get out of here.

-[barking]
-[clucking]

I, uh, think they want us to hurry.

Sounds good to me.

[Cruella] Stop, you... De Vil!

You'll never get away with this.

[barking]

[grunts]

Try and trap me, will you!

No!

-[grunting]
-Is this-- ow!

any way to-- eeh!

treat a beloved ancestor.

[gasps] I've got to get out of here.

I'll never let you leave.

[barking]

What's Cruella doing?

Dearlys! Somebody, help!

[clucks, pants]

We made it.

Where is everybody?

-Huh?
-Oh, no.

[grunting]

What's this all about?

Don't talk! Ow! Pull!

Come through the gate, Rebecca.

I want you to come with me.

Ugh, I cannot. I have to stay here.

It looks like it's up
to us dalmatians

to keep the evil
De Vils in check.

No go on with ye.

You have to protect your world,

and I have to protect mine.

Hurry, it's almost dusk!

[barking]

If I can't leave, granddaughter,
I-I'm taking you with me.

Pull, Dearlys!

[grunts] We're losing ground!

[grunts, strains]

We have to help.

They're being pulled back in.

But we might get trapped too.

You guys stay here.
I'll take care of this.

[Spot clucks]

-No!
-Whoa!

[Dearlys gasp, grunt]

[Cruella] Where am I?

Cruella? What are you doing here?

I-- I don't know.

The last thing I remember

I was walking Scorchy
in my golf cart.

Oh my gosh,
Roger, the sun's down.

We're we in that fog all afternoon?

I don't know.

[groans]

[laughs] I knew it!

Old Hester Hen
protects her chickens!

Only Spot, super chicken,

invulnerable to spells, could save...

the day?

Spot, what are you raving about?

You know, Dimsdale,
DeVilville, the curse!

-Dimsdale?
-DeVilville?

The curse?

Gah! It's that tricky spell!

They don't remember a thing!

Wait a minute.
I broke the spell once,

maybe I can do it again.

[puppies scream]

Hey, come back, you guys!

Once I kiss you,
all will be made clear.

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